Today was a good day.
Anyone got that take on the Dear Evan Hansen line? Today is going to be a good day? No?
Anyway, today was a good day. I think. I started off with Phys Ed, which sounds like hell because it is, but I played football (or soccer if you're American) with only girls (the boys wanted to play by themselves, yippee) and it was actually pretty fun. It was literally my friend group and another friend group that we're close to, so we were laughing the whole time.
Then it was Maths. As per usual, my teacher set us practice questions on our laptops and did not teach for the whole lesson. That's what he does most of the time. He sets us work on a platform called Dr Frost Maths and makes us practice mock exam questions. We're in Year 9/Grade 8. We aren't passing our IGCSEs anytime soon. He's not even funny at this point.
Then English. Don't get me wrong, I love English because I love writing, but my teacher is bad. She's really nice and all, but she's just a bad teacher. She forces us to look at her point of view about how we're all so privileged and we always need to be donating to charity and all that jazz, but I bet she's one of those people who wouldn't even dream of giving a homeless man a sandwich. She's great on a superficial level, but she's probably one of those people that doesn't actually do anything.
Mandarin was stressful because I had the start of an exam. YCT Level 5. The hardest test that I'll ever take, even harder than IGCSE Mandarin or IB Mandarin. I'm not even kidding. I literally guessed most questions based on my instincts, and even the best students in my class who are literally half Chinese didn't understand much. I think it went pretty good, though.
Last was History which is my favourite subject by leaps and bounds. My History teacher is my favourite teacher out of all of mine in Secondary so far. I'm not kidding, she's so much better than all of them. The only one that could come close would be my Year 7 & Year 8 Mandarin teacher. We're still studying America's involvement in the Vietnam War and anti-war protests that happened across the U.S. during that time period. It's interesting, to say the least.
After school I had band practice. My band is coming together so well. There's me on keys, one of my friends on vocals and acoustic guitar, another one of my friends on bass and the last friend on drums. We sound great both as solos and as a group, so we definitely have a chance at getting past the first round of our school's Battle of the Bands. If we get past the first round, we'll be able to go to a gig place where we can perform live! That would be so cool!
When I got home, I had extra English, and I actually decided to man up and do it. Surprising, right? I may be tired and I may have three performances on the weekend but I still manage to work efficiently. Why do I feel like Liam's death has helped me so much?
Perhaps the only thing that's not going great in my life is my coping with Liam Payne's death. The wounds feel too fresh for me to properly talk about it, even in public. My friend who says that she's a Directioner got over it within the week. I'm still struggling with how to talk about my grief. I mean, when my grandma died, I barely even shed a tear, and yet when Liam died, I burst into tears. I don't think that makes me a bad person, though. We all grieve different people, don't we?
And yet I feel like the whole world around me has moved on and yet I can't. It's still surreal to think that there's only four members of One Direction left in this world. That one of them has gone up to Heaven already.
He was 31. He was young and he deserved to grow old and see his son grow up and get married to his girlfriend and get back together with his bandmates and live a long, happy, fulfilling life.
But he didn't.
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Signing out,
Alex <3
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